#lordoftheblacksand

[13xwishes]

@lordofblacksand​ IS THE NEW  F I N D E R || D I S N E Y ! V E R S E ☀️ 🧞‍♀️

    ❝ 🎵Prince Ali - handsome as he - Ali Ababwa That physique! How can I speak? Weak at the knee... 🎵 ❞

The pink genie seemed innocent as a gazelle as took the stroll around the desert sands for that nice feeling of the warming sun...

Well that and she was suppose to be on the lookout for any baddies or mysterious phenomenon going on since the attack on Agrabah a few weeks ago.

Ever since they travelled back in time and met up with their families, Gigi and Whisp decided to help out as much as they could with a certain wizard’s son running loose. But so far, everything seemed fine and there wasn’t any reason the bubbly pink genie couldn’t enjoy herself for once without her sister on her back!

    ❝ 🎵...Well get on out in that square        Adjust your veil and prepare...🎵 ❞

[fatally-kate-blog]

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Kate was walking down the street when she fell. She wasn't paying attention, or she was paying to much attention, but not on where she was going. No, she was paying attention on her new case. A werewolf was on the loose in this city, and it was her top priority, even more than walking, apparently.

And, as if it wasn't bad enough, she bumped into someone, spilling all of her papers all over them. She bent down starting to gather up her papers. "I am so sorry... ack." She stood up, her papers blowing everywhere as she squinted up at the person above her. 

[myglassslipper]

lordoftheblacksand lost his slipper

Cinderella wasn't exactly well versed in magic (at all,) but she could usually pick out someone who could wield it when she was near them. And the man her gaze had stopped on happened to reek of it - figuratively, of course. Not the "good" kind that her Fairy Godmother used, either. There was a dangerous air about him, one that practically dared people to make him cross and see what the consequences would be.

The Princess had been at war with herself prior to approaching him, mostly because she was afraid. After a bout of persuading herself for the good of her kingdom, however, she had forced her feet to move toward the stranger.

"Why, hello there," she tentatively, but still kindly, greeted. With a flourish of the purple and silver skirts of her dress, she dipped into a slight curtsy. "Might I ask what brings you to Everglade?"